Let your eyes walk on his tongue
His wife is dead, she doesn't see
Voices raised to emptiness
Arms reaching back to face the face

Children stand shut to the length of his waist
Dirt swept, we shiver with our mouths
To the ground, to the ground
Word dancers shout the dead language of thieves
"Dreams are omission, they fall deliberately"

They fall deliberately
They fall deliberately
They fall deliberately
They fall deliberately